your best trait

i know a night will come 

on which you stare up to the sky

more whisky wasted than our stillborn potential, 

having lost the race once again

chasing sleep as I once did you, 

wishing only to regale stories of your haunted house. 

no longer will i bequeath an ear,

smooth over your needless unease. 

you are less than daydreams 

i so beautifully concocted

while waiting by the phone.

a million and one is two too many. 

and when you look into my pretty green eyes,

the only wet reflection you’ll see 

is that of a man who’s best trait 

is that i once loved him. 

you’ll wail to the moon 

while i am the sun. 

going, going, gone. 

in your own eloquent words of goodbye, 

so be it.